Ride Or Die - Jeon Jungkook Mafia Au! Smut, Angst - (Trailer FMV)

Ride Or Die - Jeon Jungkook Mafia Au! Smut, angst - (Trailer FMV)

He seemed to have come out of a museum for being so handsome, it seemed to be that badboy coming straight from the teen movies, but as     you go deep into his life, you realize he was not a badguy just to annoy     his parentes. He was not a Badboy, but a BadMan. He sold drugs and his friends too. He commanded a dangerous, feared gang. The Century. And you fell madly in love with him, almost leaving your life and everyone you knew behind, to be with him.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 Coming soon.

Music: Desire - Meg Myers

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Jealousy - Kim Namjoon (M)

— pairing | Kim Namjoon/Reader — word c | 3,017 — genre | bestfriends to lovers au!, smut, fluff, a little angst. — summary | You are in love with your best friend and one day decides it’s time to forget the passion and invest in a new relationship, what you did not expect was that your best friend showed up at the party you’re at, to surprise you. — warnings/tags | best friend! Namjoon, unprotected sex (stay safe!), dirty talk. I wrote this fanfic within one hour, it was four in the morning while I was in my parents’ car, traveling to another state. Hope you like it.

Being single can sometimes be good, you have more time for yourself, your friends and for personal projects. You do not have to satisfy anyone, you do not have to worry about anyone, you do not have to share the bed with anyone or even make boring couple programs. But on the other hand it was bad, you have no one to spend the days with, no one to fight with and then you reconcile in bed, have no one to tell you a sincere "I love you".I was single for a long time now, did not date anyone or had sex with someone for years. I did not know if it was because of a lack of options or because I was in love with my best friend.

I always enjoyed spending time with him, just being friends, going out together, whenever we had time, we would talk or go out for walks, but this was not enough anymore and I knew he did not feel for me what I felt for him. When I saw him leaving a few weeks ago with an unknown girl from a coffee shop, it was when I realized that he was not mine and that even though I was jealous, I could not do anything, after all, we were just friends.

I've been seeing a guy a couple of days, Nick, he's a nice, fun guy, makes me laugh a lot and likes the same things I do. He is a year older, has green eyes and dark brown hair. As I work in a building near his job, we started going out after my shift, and sometimes we met at lunch, which made my time with NamJoon decrease. It had been a few days since we saw each other and we talked for a maximum of five minutes., and in six years of friendship we had never spent more than a few hours without talking, and it was strange not to have him around.

Nick and I had arranged to go to a party at a friend's pub today.

I was about to leave my apartment when I heard my cell phone ring in my purse. I frowned, thinking it might be Nick, but I was wrong. Seeing the picture on the screen was NamJoon. I smiled. He was so handsome my god, in addition to his cuteness and his perfection, he was a wonderful man, had reason I have fallen in love with him.

“Hey, Joonie." I answered the phone locking the apartment door and heading for the elevator. “(Y/N), hi. It's all right?” “Yeah and with you?”

“Yeah, how about we go to the movies today, finally Justice League narrowed, I'm so eager to see.” He said with enthusiasm on the other side. Namjoon was always a very cheerful guy, he literally could not sit still when he was excited about something, and I could even imagine him walking from one side to the other while talking on the phone. "Oh, sorry, Joonie. I am leaving now.”

"Again? (Y/N), what's going on?" He asked with disappointment and irritation in his voice. "What do you mean?" I asked confused.

"It's been days that I call you out or something and you always say you're busy or you are leaving." "It's because I'm busy or leaving when you call me, Namjoon.” I said when I left the elevator.

"Are you sure there's nothing going on? That there is nothing I should know?” “Yes. I need to hang up.”I said as I saw Nick waiting for me. “Kisses, Joonie.” And so I hung up the phone.

After arriving at the pub where his friend was going to give the party, Nick took me to the bar and asked me to wait, because he would find his friend and bring him to me. I was a few minutes just watching the shelves with drinks that had there. I don’t drink, not even half a glass of alcohol. And that reminded me of Namjoon, the day we met.

He was falling drunk on the street, vomiting his guts and the crazy fool here, went to him to help him. I called a taxi and took him to the hospital where he took the serum and spent the night. I do not know if he had a relative and not have the heart to leave him alone, so I spent the night with him in the hospital.

"Lady...?" I woke up with someone nudging me. Still sleepy, I opened my eyes and looked at the boy next to me, whom I had helped to get to the hospital. He looked at me confused and curious at the same time, for me had slept with my head on his legs. I yawned and stretched. "Who are you?" He asked, making me look at him with raised eyebrows. But then I let out a laugh, he was too drunk last night to remember anything.

"What do you mean by who am I? Don’t you remember?” He shook his head, denying it. “You declare to me, you ask for my hand in marriage to my parents, then drink a little and forget? I'm your fucking fiancée, you idiot, how could you forget?" He stared at me with wide eyes, the blood draining from his face, leaving him in shock. He opened his mouth a few times to say something, but it was clear he had nothing to say. I threw my head back without holding back and burst out laughing, shaking my shoulders and holding my belly as he looked at me with furrowed brows, even more confused. After a few minutes of laughter, I wiped away my tears that fell from my eyes and turned to him. "I'm kidding, man." I spoke and I could see the relief these words caused him when his shoulders fell. "You were falling drunk on the street, there was no one with you, so I brought you to the hospital.”

"Oh ..." he hissed. Then he grinned. "You scared me." He laughed, putting his hand on his chest. "But why are you still here?"

"I didn’t have the guts to leave you alone. I hate hospitals, so I would not want to wake up alone in one." I said shrugging. He smiled again, which was when I noticed that he had dimples on both sides of both cheeks which made him extremely cute.

“ Thank you... What’s your name?”

“Im (Y/N)... Yours?

“Namjoon”

"(Y/N), this is Justin.” Nick said, pulling me out of my thoughts. I got up to greet Justin. And the feeling that I knew him overwhelmed me.

"Hey, I think I know you. You're not the girl who always walks with Namjoon?" Oh, of course. Justin works with NamJoon. "Were not you dating?"

"Namjoon and I are just good friends." I said dropping a smirk.

“Oh really? All his friends think you're dating. He denies it, but nobody believed him. It's just that you're always together.”

“Really, we’re just friends”

“Well, I hope you enjoy the party, (Y/N).” He smiled, nodded to Nick and left, leaving us both bewildered. I had already mentioned NamJoon to him, but I had never gone into detail about our relationship.

"You and this NamJoon are very close, right?" "Yes, we have been friends for many years. We always go out together and well, we do things friends do."

"You two have kissed?" He asked scratching the back of his neck. I denied it and sat down again. "We've never had that kind of intimacy."

“Oh...good to know.”

Sometime later, he said he would go to the bathroom and I stayed in the same place.

"Can we talk?" A familiar voice said behind me, as I turned, NamJoon was standing, looking at me. "Joonie, what are you doing here?"

“Justin called me to this party, but I left to come because I thought we both were going to the movies, then he called me again recently saying that you were here with a Nick guy. I did not believe so I had to come and see for myself.”

It was so hard to believe I was seeing someone? “Why? Can’t I go out with a guy? You think I do not have the ability to have a date?”

“That's not what I meant. It's just that I do not understand why you did not tell me that you were dating someone. I think I should know something like that.”

"You did not tell me you were seeing anyone either, and I'm not complaining.” I snapped back, making him shut up for a few seconds. "She was just a friend, (Y/N). We did not kiss or anything.”

“You do not have to explain anything to me, NamJoon, you do not owe me explanations.” I said looking away, not wanting to show him I was upset with all that. “Why are you going out with this guy?” I frowned and looked at him again. It was not obvious?

“I'm tired of being single, and I realized that I can not spend the rest of my life just hanging out with you. I want more than a best friend. I want more than that.” I pointed to the two of us.

"Yes, you should have more than one best friend.” He said lowering his head. “But that does not mean you have to ignore me forever."

“I was not ignoring you, NamJoon, but I can no longer live my life at the mercy of you and you of me. I'm tired of it. Tired of wanting to do things with you that I should not want. Tired of wanting to do dirty things. Tired of wanting to kiss you but not being able to. I'm tired of you not loving me like I love you.” I saw a flash of darkness pass through his eyes and I widened my eyes as I realized what I had said. Shit.

“What did you say?” He asked walking toward me, with an intimidating look on his face. I had never seen him like this before. He was always cute and affectionate to me. I tried to stand up, but he grabbed my waist, pulling me hard against him, trapping my arms against his chest and pressing me against his body. I opened my mouth to speak, but I was frightened, confused and too ashamed to think of anything to say. "Did you just say I don’t love you?"

“No ... I did not mean to ... " I was unable to explain what I wanted to explain. Then his lips slammed into mine and his hand gripped the back of my neck. He was kissing me. Namjoon, the man I was hopelessly in love with was kissing me. I moved my lips close to his as I felt the butterflies in my stomach twist and my heart beating faster.

“It seems that I do not love you?” He asked, parting our lips, leaving me bewildered. “Does it seem like what I feel for you is something less than passion? Cooler than the fire of hell? You think I'm not getting jealous of this guy you're dating? You think I did not come here today just to show this guy that you are and will always be only mine, (Y/N)?”

"NamJoon, I'm confused" I said shaking my head not knowing if he was really saying it or if I was just hallucinating. "Is everything okay here?" Nick approached with a confused and strange expression on his face.

“Yes, Nick. This is ...." I started to speak but was interrupted by Namjoon. “I appreciate that you're trying to make her happy, but in her heart, there is only room for someone and that someone is me.” And so he looked at me, my chest was almost exploding. "Will you come home with me so we can finish our conversation?"

I nodded. "Sorry Nick, I'll talk to you later." I said being led by NamJoon towards the exit. The drive to his apartment was quiet. So silent that I could hear my heart pounding inside my chest and I could almost hear the blood running through my veins as well.

As we entered the room, he slammed the door behind us and pulled me against him in a warm kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled me harder and harder against his body. I did not want to know where the courage was coming from, I just wanted to enjoy it. NamJoon turned me all at once, pulling my waist against his hips. I felt his lips on my neck as I felt his cock rubbing against my ass. God. I groaned as his hands stopped on my breasts, tightening them over my blouse.

"Your clothes look so easy to me." He whispered into my ear as he lowered one of his hands down my abdomen, lifting my skirt. "Can I touch here?" He whispered, placing his hand over my panties. I nodded frantically giving him permission to do whatever he wanted with me. Soon his fingers began to move, making a wave of pleasure invade my body, making me want him even more. His lips gently kissed my neck before starting to suck it. I ran my hands between the two of us and unbuttoned his jeans, stroking him through the clothes. He was so hard. I could not wait to feel him inside me, as I always wanted.

I felt his teeth on my neck and groaned his name, squeezing his cock between my hands. He stuck his fingers through my underwear, dipping his fingers into my wet pussy.

"You're so wet for me." He whispered in my ear. “Please, NamJoon.” “Yes, baby. What do you want? Hmm? Want me in here?” He asked, thrusting a finger into my pussy, letting out a hoarse groan, causing me to arch my back. "So tight baby. All this is for me?"

“Yes, all for you.” I groaned. He pushed me gently to the couch.

"Spread your hands on the back of the sofa." He asked as he took off his jeans, shirt and box. I did as he asked, my breathing heavy,  thinking about what he was going to do. He lifted my skirt, and pulled my panties down, running his fingers up my thigh and stuffing them between my thighs, rubbing my clit. 'I'll fondle you a little more, baby ...” "No please, fuck me.” I begged. “Don’t waste time, please.” “Are you sure you're ready?” His voice sounded worried and excited at the same time, I smiled and over my shoulder I looked at him.

“I will always be ready for you, baby.”

His smile returned to his lips and he positioned himself behind me, I was so wet that he slid perfectly into me, deep inside, making me scream with pleasure. I felt my legs tremble as I felt him inside me.

“You feel good?” He asked, starting to move slowly

“So fucking good, Joonie... Oh you’re so big baby”  I whispered, pressing my fingers on the back of the sofa. "Please, faster." He began to move faster. He was going so deep inside me, hitting all the right places, and with every thrust, a loud moan came out of my mouth.

"Ah baby." He moaned, slapping me on the butt and squeezing it. "I've waited for this for so long.” And once again, as he entered deep inside me, making me squeeze my fingers on the sofa back. So he leaned in and kept moving, kissed my back. Holding my shoulders, he got even harder, making me throw my head back. Feeling it inside me was a greater and better sensation than I could imagine. I was beginning to feel that I was ready to come.

"I'm close ..." I groaned and I heard him whisper something. “NamJoon.” I gasped as I felt myself approaching orgasm. As he pulled me, leaning my back against his chest, still fucking me fast and hard from behind, he hugged my chest and with his other hand gently held my neck, biting my shoulder and increasing his movements, making me shout his name when finally I came.

"Fuck baby." He groaned as I pulsed around his cock, which spilled into me, still moving, while he was still deep and strong.

My legs were shaking and my breathing was heavy, if he was not holding me, I would have fallen on my knees a long time.

"I do not feel my legs very well." I Said laughing and he laughed with me, his arms going under my legs catching me on his lap. He laid a kiss on my lips as he walked toward the bathroom. There, he sat me on the edge of the tub and turned on the water. Then he helped me get the rest of the clothes I had left. He sat inside and pulled me between his legs. With one of his hands, he threw the lukewarm water over my shoulders while he was silent. “We ... Um ... We were not going to talk?” I asked, making him take his eyes off the water and look at me with a simple smile.

"But we talked. We just had the best conversation of our lives, do not you think?" He said giving me a kiss, making me turn red. “But if I did not make my intentions explicit, let me be straightforward. I love you, and I'm jealous of you and I want you to spend most of your free time with me, forever. Be my girlfriend, be mine.”

I smiled and bit my lip, nodding and giving him a seal just after. "Do you still want to go to the movies?" I asked and he looked at me mischievously. "No, I'd rather stay here and fuck your tight little pussy. What do you think?” “I think it's a good idea, baby."

Ride Or Die - Chapter 7 (M)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader

— word c | 12,843

— genre | Mafia au!, angst , Smut.

— summary |  He seemed to have come out of a museum for being so handsome, it seemed to be that badboy coming straight from the teen movies, but as you go deep into his life, you realize he was not a badguy just to annoy his parentes. He was not a Badboy, but a BadMan. He sold drugs and his friends too. He commanded a dangerous, feared gang.And you fell madly in love with him, almost leaving your life and everyone you knew behind, to be with him..

— warnings/tags | Adult content, Violence, drugs, alcoholic beverages, explicit sex, low slang words.

— disclaimer | myself and this fic DOES NOT condone violence, abuse, use of drugs, alcohol or any kind of crimes. This is a fanfic, an alternative reality, I have no intention of offending anyone. If that makes you feel bad, please do not read. In this fanfic the character is not abusive to the reader, and remember, what Jungkook does in this fanfic is not what he does in real life. Myself or this fanfic does not have any type of connection with BTS, Jungkook or Bighit. Hope you like it.

— Ride Or Die - Character Biography.

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | ‘07′ | 08 | 09 | 10 |  11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 |

It was already night when Taehyung jumped over the school gate. He wore an all-black outfit, a dark cap covered his hair, and a mask of the same color covering his nose and mouth. He also wore gloves so he would not leave fingerprints on anything. He knew that at nine o'clock, the janitor checked the footage so all cameras stopped recording and only re-recorded at 9:15 p.m. He had fifteen minutes to get the recordings and get out of there. He set the timer on his wristwatch before pushing the front door and entering, walking almost tiptoe through the dark corridors of the school. He reached for a bag he carried on his back and from there pulled out a camera, turning on the night vision so he could see what he was doing. He had studied the site map before going there, so he knew exactly where the director's room was, where the cameras were connected.

He climbed the stairs to the second floor, heading toward the principal's office. As he approached, he entered the waiting room, staring out the glass window that separated the two rooms, the janitor seated in the director's chair, his attention on the computer.

Taehyung left the door of the waiting room open, he crouched behind the reception desk and opened the backpack, pulling out a bag of firecrackers. He took some of them and threw them out the door into the hall. When it began to explode, he could hear the caretaker jumping in fright into the principal's office.

“Who's there?” The caretaker shouted, going like a hurricane toward the exit from the waiting room. Taehyung then stood up at once, grasping the man's neck, choking him, who gradually lost his senses and fainted. He dropped him on the floor and headed for the director's room. He sat down in the chair and began searching for the recordings of the time when you had been kidnapped, but he didn’t find anything. The record was clean and had no record of the hallways or the soccer field during the graduation ceremony. 

“Shit.” Taehyung cursed in frustration and took off his cap, running his hand nervously through his hair. Both he and the others were afflicted with all that, none of them wanted you to be in this situation. Of all the boys, except Jungkook, Taehyung was the most attached to you. Since they met a few weeks ago, he always wanted to do everything to please you, because he always wanted to have a sister, but he did not have that opportunity. He liked to take care of you, talk to you and make you laugh. He loved your hugs because it reminded him of his mother's hugs, and because his friends generally didn’t hug him and he loved to be hugged because he liked to feel loved by someone.

He picked up the phone and called Jungkook.

“What did you found?”

“Nothing, the disc is clean. There is no recording during the graduation ceremony. Or the cameras were turned off, or someone already came here and erased everything.”

"Shit ... just come back then.”

“I'm on my way.”

And just under 15 minutes later, he was meeting with the boys.

Jungkook paced back and forth in the room where the boys were now at Jin's house. Namjoon was trying to trace the number that had sent the message to Jungkook, while the others had nothing left to do but wait for something. They had already called all their contacts, asking questions and asking them to tell them if they knew anything, but they knew that no one would call back, when the situation involved two rival gangs, people always kept quiet about it. Even though he was one of the most feared gang bosses, he wasn’t the only one to be feared.

Jeon grabbed his hair, thinking of a reason for all this to be happening. It shouldn’t happen, he and you were happy together, you would have graduated that afternoon, then you both would go out with friends to celebrate. You would go home, have sex in every part of the bedroom, and tell each other how much you loved each other before you slept together.

He couldn’t lose you, as in all the clichéd and ridiculous movies of romantic comedy he hated to see, but still watching because of you, like all those badboys school boys who disrespected teachers and got into trouble, who smoked mint cigarettes and not real cigarettes, Jungkook was in love with the sweet girl who would always be too good for him but finally at the end of the movie was with him, forgiving his mistakes, loving him more every day, making him finally have a reason to be a good boy. The only difference is that it might not end up like a stupid teen movie where everyone is happy in the end. There was a great possibility Jungkook would lose you. And he would kill all those who were part of it.

Hoseok, as always, he was propped up on a wall, but this time he had his head back with closed eyes, resting against the wall as he felt his inner self turn with feelings of anguish and anger that he refused to feel. He shouldn’t feel this way, he shouldn’t feel anything. He was a sociopath, he had no feelings, he didn’t have an active trigger, he was a cold-blooded killer, a predator who didn’t even feel remorse for the many lives he took, almost a psychopath, so why was he feeling that his mind was falling apart because of that situation? You weren’t his, you were Jungkook's girlfriend, you were Jungkook's trigger. He shouldn’t feel that way. He shouldn’t feel it.

The cell phone in Jungkook's pocket began to vibrate and he hurried to pick it up, thinking it would be a call, but it was actually a message from that same anonymous number who sent the threat and the picture. It was a video this time. At the same moment he stopped moving, freezing in place, staring at the cell phone screen.

The attention of all the boys turned to Jungkook when your screams came from the video, filled the room. They all rushed toward him to see what was happening, though they already knew the answer. Jungkook handed the phone to Jin and walked away, clenching his hands into fists, with hate pouring from his eyes, anger evaporating through his pores. Hoseok approached slowly, watching the video.

Jin raised his arm so everyone could see. You were sitting in a chair. The red cheeks from the slaps you had taken and some cuts on it were also visible. Your eyes were red and wet with tears and stained with pain. Your scholarship was ripped and full of blood, there were cuts over your clavicle on both sides and in the lengths of your arms. Your pants were ripped along your thighs, and blood flowed from your legs as well. Your chest was covered with fresh blood. A man appeared in the video at that moment, pulling your hair tightly, causing your head to go back.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it, you little bitch.” The man growled as he used the tip of his pocketknife to cut your skin from your jaw to your right shoulder, not making a deep cut, but making you scream in pain, making Jungkook trembler to hear the pain coming out of your sweet voice. “Tell your boyfriend to come and save you.” The man ordered, using his hands in your hair to guide your gaze directly to the camera. Jungkook stood beside his friends and looked at the phone screen, and it was as if you were looking into his eyes. Seeing you like that made his heart explode every second, causing more and more pain to him. “SAY IT.” The man screamed and slapped your face again, making Jungkook clench his fists again.

“Please, Jungkook ... Don’t come ... He'll hurt you ..." You whimpered, letting the tears of pain and fear fall from your eyes again. The man hit you with another slap, grunting that you had said the wrong thing and then the video was over.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Jeon began to scream as he kicked and knocked over the furniture in front of him while the others just stood still. “She shouldn’t be worried about me. Shit, she shouldn’t ... FUCK!" Everyone was angry, everyone wanted to save you, but neither of them was feeling what Jungkook felt at that moment. Except, perhaps, Hoseok. But he would not admit it so soon. “I'm going to kill those motherfuckers. I'm going to kill them all.” He screamed, punching a framed picture, making the glass break around his fist, uncontrolled against his own emotions. “ I'm going to kill everyone they know, I'm going to destroy these bastards, how dare they touch her like that, talk to her like that?”

Jungkook had never felt so much anger as he was feeling at that moment. His possessiveness, his protective instinct, his jealousy and his hatred were coming together and becoming something he had never felt before, something that seemed to be on the edge in his body, on the edge of his mind, something that would blow him up and when that happened, no one would like to be around.

Hoseok's cell phone rang and he picked it up.

“Speak!” He said. “I'll put it on the speakerphone.”

“I have something for you.” A male voice said from the other side. "About two days ago, a subordinate man of Jade Peterson, from the southern gang, came to the thirteenth district and asked questions about the delegate's relationship with Century. He also mentioned the name of Jeon's girl. He wanted to know everything we knew about her, and threatened that if we said something to you, their partnership with us would cease. We've discussed here, and we think it's best to be on your side, Jungkook is scarier than him.”

"Say the name." Jungkook growled, keeping his head down, looking at his bleeding fist.

“Dennis Harper. 35 years old, white, bald, 5,11 ". I will pass his address...”

“We went out within 10 minutes.” Hoseok said after hanging up the phone. “Take the guns, put on the bulletproof vests and prepare for blood.”

“(Y/N) is very injured, we don’t know how much more they will torture her, she will need medical attention the moment she leaves the place she is. And since I'm the only one prepared for such situations, I have to be there. Once you get the location, let me know that I'll come to you. In the meantime, I will settle a matter.” Jin said.

“You've never been on any mission with us. Why did you change your mind?”

“(Y/N) doesn’t deserve to suffer for the mistakes of this family, Hoseok. And since she is one of us now, I need to at least try to keep alive the only person who could make my brother feel anything.” He said. Hoseok just nodded as Jin passed him. “We'll help her, bro.” Jin said to his brother as he passed him, going into the basement of the house where everything was kept.

They split up in Jungkook’s’ Dodge 78 and Hoseok’s’ Blazer, where the guns were. Jungkook hadn’t bandaged his hand from the punch he had hit the glass, just to remind him that you were feeling more pain than he was at the time and he would do anything to make the others involved feel worse pain. It was past midnight and the street where Dennis Harper supposedly lived was empty. It wasn’t a very rich neighborhood, so there wasn’t much security either. 

The boys parked in front of number 728. Jungkook as usual, had his crowbar, but he carried a pistol in the holster that was around his waist, Hoseok with a semi-automatic, Yoongi and Taehyung with machine guns and Namjoon, the sniper, for being the only one who went to the army and had military training, was holding an assault rifle. Both wore black masks covering their mouths and nose, and gloves.

Hoseok was the one who opened the door without any difficulty. Jungkook was the first to come in followed by the others. The house was quiet. The man should be asleep or was not there. He waved to Taehyung, Yoongi and Namjoon to look downstairs as he and Hoseok climbed to the second floor. As always, they were silent as if they were not even walking. Jungkook left his crowbar on his shoulder as he looked out of one of the rooms, looking for someone. Having a sweet innocent smile on his face beneath the mask, but unable to take the darkness out of his eyes that smile made him creepy and totally intimidating.

As he walked out into the hallway, he watched the three friends climb the stairs and nodded in denial, finding no one on the first floor. Hoseok stepped out of one of the bedrooms and signaled for him to follow. When Jungkook approached the door, he noticed two single beds inside and two children slept in them.

“You're not thinking of hurting them, right?” Taehyung asked, whispering, stopping behind them. They both denied and left the room. Hoseok took the key from the lock inside and locked the room from the outside, breaking the key in the lock. There was just one more room for them to enter, and it was precisely there that they found a couple sleeping in a double bed.

Taehyung, Yoongi, and Namjoon scattered around the room, their crosshairs pointed at the bed. Hoseok stood on the left side where the woman was and Jungkook stood by the man's side, using the crowbar to poke the man. He began to open his eyes, sleepy, but as soon as he saw Jungkook standing there beside him, he opened his eyes wide and jumped in bed.

“Scream and she and your children die.” Jungkook snarled at the man who swallowed and looked around, seeing the others very well armed. "Are you Dennis Harper?"

“Who wants to know?”  The man asked petulant and Jungkook laughed, hitting with the crowbar on the man’s leg who screamed with pain, waking the woman next to him. But Hoseok was quick enough to cover her mouth with his own hand and point the gun at her head, before she could scream. Dennis made a move to reach for a weapon he hid inside the first drawer of his bedside table, but Jungkook was faster and hit the crowbar on the man's arm, making him fall to the floor, grunting.

“Jeon Jungkook wants to know.” Jeon replied, grabbing the man by the neck and throwing him on the bed again. “Where's my girl?”

“I can’t ..." Dennis began to speak, but Jungkook hit him again on the leg, causing the man to scream in pain, and the woman next to him screamed in a muffled voice, in despair, with tears running down her eyes.

"I want you to take a good look at her." Jeon said, grabbing Dennis's chin and forcing his head to turn, looking at the desperate woman next to him. Jeon wanted her to be like that, terrified, as you should also be at the moment. “Answer what I am questioning and I promise that maybe I will not do with your wife what you and your gang have done and probably still doing with mine.”

"You wouldn’t be-"

"What? I wouldn’t be able to? I wouldn’t be crazy enough to? I wouldn’t be courageous enough to? Do you have any idea who you're talking to, you asshole? Have you ever heard about the gang boss who doesn’t care about anything? It’s me, you fucking bastard. Look around, you trash, looks like we're kidding around here?” He growled angrily, moving Dennis's head, forcing him to look around the room, before punching his nose hard. “I have nothing to lose, you already have the only thing that matters to me, so I think you'd better do what I told you, or you will take weeks to get the blood of this woman of the walls of this house.” He roared. Jeon turned away from the man and signaled Hoseok release the woman, knowing that she would not dare to scream. “Where did they take her?”

“To a junkyard. It's a hiding place that belongs to Jade.”

“Dress up, you both are coming with us.” Jungkook said leaning against the wall next to the door. Dennis's eyes widened and the woman his wife the same.

“What? No-" Dennis exclaimed, but Hoseok took the silenced pistol in his holster and pointed it up, firing. Then He motioned for them to get up.

“If you don’t fucking do what I told you and I couldn't save my girl, I'll torture yours the same way you are doing with mine. Or even worse. I'm going to cut her, I'm going to make her suffer, I'm going to get her guts out and spread all over the house, I'm going to quarter her body and spread it around the city in a way that no one will ever get all the parts. And then I go after your gang, and leave your for last, just to see your face when you get here and see the woman you love, scattered everywhere.” He said quietly and softly, as if he were in a debate and not describing a murder. The woman was horrified at his words, holding her hand to her mouth in amazement.

“You are a monster.” She said and that made him laugh. "What are you talking about? Who are you? What gang are you talking about? What does my husband have to do with it?"

“I don’t think she knows the man she sleeps with every night is from a gang who kidnapped your girlfriend to torture her, Jeon.” Hoseok laughed, giving a comic look to his friend.

“What?” She looked confused at her husband who had been silent, not taking his eyes off Jungkook. "What are they talking about, Dennis?"

“The gang your husband works for, had the stupid idea of kidnapping the only thing that matters to a sociopath gangster from a rival gang.” Hoseok explained. “And now they're torturing his girlfriend. And when it comes to her, this guy here and us, doesn’t hesitate and have no mercy, so I think it's good that you obey. Or in two seconds you will find that there are not many differences between sociopaths and psychopaths.”

“If I can’t save her, I will avenge her.” Jungkook completed Jung's sentence. "You really want to test me? And use your wife as my lab rat?”

“Dennis, he- " The woman started, but Dennis interrupted her.

“It's okay love. I'll explain everything, I promise. It's gonna be okay. Let's get dressed, we'll need a minute by ourselves-“

“Nobody here is interested in you or your wife, get dressed quickly because my patience is running out.”

“What about the kids...”

"If your husband is smart and doesn’t try to fool us, you come back before they wake up."

The place was an old junkyard that did not work anymore. There were still plenty of cars, but no one worked there for years. It was what it seemed. Jungkook hadn’t said a word during the ride to that place, that was the first time he prayed in his life, asking God to save his girl. Dennis tried to explain everything to his wife, and tried to make her understand, but she seemed disgusted with the whole situation and was crying with sobs instead of talking to him. Yoongi sent Jin a message, sending him the location. And as soon as they got there, Jin was already waiting for them outside.

Jeon parked the car behind Hoseok's.

“You think we're gonna make it?” Taehyung asked Hoseok as he made a quick check on the guns. Hobi looked at Jungkook who was still inside the Dodge 78, staring into nothingness.

“If we couldn’t, besides losing (Y/N), we will lose Jungkook too. So we have to do it.”

“Losing Jungkook?” He asked with a frown. "Do you think ... that he would kill himself?" Hoseok laughed. Taehyung was as innocent as you.

“I'm sure of that, and so should you.” He said putting the bullet cartridge in his gun. After putting it in the holster, he reached into his bag and pulled out the Micro points, handing one to each one. Connecting each member to each other. “We'll need that if we separate. And be careful what you are going to say, remember that we are all going to be listening.”

“Hoseok is an asshole. Testing.” Namjoon said pressing the point in the ear, making the other boys laugh and Hoseok send a finger to him.

"What's the plan?" Yoongi asked Jungkook as soon as he decided to get out of the car and join them.

"We kill everyone who gets in our way." Jeon said. "That's the plan."

“If we come in firing, we'll be massacred.” Hoseok said. Jeon was the leader, but it was Jung who had more strategy on the field. “They have too many men. They may end up using (Y/N) as a hostage and I don’t think she can handle it. Someone has to be there to protect her when we start the attack.”

“Why don’t we send that useless one there?” Namjoon asked pointing to Dennis who was inside Hoseok's car, still trying to talk to the woman. Jungkook denied.

“I don’t trust him. It has to be one of us.”

"And how do you intend to infiltrate one of us in there without drawing attention?" Taehyung asked. Jeon thought for a moment before calling Dennis.

"You will take one of us in."

"How?"

"You'll say you found him asking questions about the Southern gang, and you managed to knock him out. You're going to help us get to (Y/N) and protect her until we're all inside. Your wife will stay here and as long as you keep our deal, she will stay alive and without a scratch. Try to betray us and you already know.”

"Okay, and which one of you is going to come in?”

"I will!" Hoseok volunteered.

"No. I will." Yoongi stepped forward and everyone looked at him. “You are a great shooter, Jungkook going to need you here. Namjoon will stay with the sniper, he can observe everything from one of these piles of cars. I'm a better fighter than Taehyung and he shoots better than me. I'll protect her. Give me some punches and make me bleed to really look like I've been knocked out.”

After taking some punches coming from Taehyung, Yoongi's cheeks were bruised and his nose bleeding. There was also a cut in the corner of his left eye. Dennis put him on his shoulder and they all went to the junkyard gate that was not being watched, while Namjoon cautiously entered, climbing a few cars, climbing as high as possible and getting into a car, positioning the sniper and taking a look around.

“There are some guards armed with pistols walking between the cars. They don’t seem to have radios or anything to communicate with the people in there.” He said looking down the sniper's Scope, watching the men walking quietly, unconcerned, probably not imagining what was to come.

“Dennis is going in. When he walks past the front door, and Yoongi gives confirmation that everything is clean, I want you to shoot anyone approaching the door. No one can enter.” Jungkook said signaling Dennis into the junkyard.

So he did, carrying Yoongi on the shoulders who pretended to be unconscious, with eyes closed and relaxed body. When the men of the southern gang saw Dennis entering carrying a body, they were confused and curious at the same time. When Dennis explained to them who he was he carried, his partners celebrated and praised his conduct and action, they certainly were not Century fans.

“They are in.” Namjoon exclaimed, seeing the door closing behind the man.

Dennis put Yoongi on the floor and handed him a gun that was hidden around his waist under his shirt.

“Take me to her.” Yoongi ordered and took his hand to his ear, pressing the point to communicate with others. “All clear, I'm going to get her. When the shooting starts here, the guards outside will want to come in, but I'm sure you can take care of them.” He said, and as they turned into a corridor, the two faced some members of the gang and the boy didn’t hesitate to shoot and kill them. Yoongi didn’t always agree with all that, at first he was reluctant to do, but one day he simply realized that if he was not the Hunter, he would be the hunt, because the world always worked that way. Or you are the prey or the predator.

“Right. Namjoon, cover the door, we'll come in.” Jungkook said.

“Roger that.” He said and pulled the trigger, seeing the exact moment when the bullet pierced the head of one of the guards by the door. The shooting started, and everyone who tried to approach the door, took a clear shot at some critical part of the body, especially the forehead and chest.

Jungkook and Hoseok stood in the front line as Taehyung came in behind, shooting at those who tried to flank them and attack them from behind. None of them were there for jokes. There was not a great distance between them and the entrance door of the place, but the members of the rival gang shooting at them made it difficult to approach, and Namjoon couldn’t help but shoot those who tried to enter, because he couldn’t let them flank Yoongi.

The torture had stopped a few minutes. you felt your whole body hurt. As much as the cuts were superficial and not deep, you were losing too much blood. Coupled with the hours you'd gone without eating, you were weak. Your head was tilted forward because you didn’t have the strength to stand it up, and if you threw back, the cut on your neck would burn and tear. You've never experienced pain so strong, so bad. Now you would definitely stop complaining when you were in your period saying that it was the worst pain in the world. You were drowsy and didn’t know how long you were going to stay awake. But maybe if you were not awake, you wouldn’t feel all the pain you'd felt in the last hours.

"I'm so sorry." The boy who had tried to stop the boss from tortured you, said. He was the only one in the room with you. Left to 'take care of' you. “I never wanted something like that to happen ...”

"But it happened ..." You still murmured with the head lowered, tired to argue.

"What else could I do?" He asked coming up and kneeling beside you. "I don’t have a place to go, if the boss kicks me out-"

"I don’t care." You said raising her head a little to look at him. You could feel he was sorry, but that didn’t change anything. It didn’t make any difference, you just wanted to get out of there, the smell of your own blood was making you nauseous. “It's me who's bleeding here. Your excuses don’t change anything.”

"I wish I could help ..." He started to speak, but stopped short as you began to hear screams, swearing and shots coming from upstairs where you were. The boy next to you was tense, wide-eyed, and squeezed the gun in his hand. Your senses were too slow to care for all that, at that moment, dying wasn’t a bad idea. “They came for you.”

"What?"

“Your boyfriend came to get you, the Century is here. They will kill me ... Jungkook- I cannot let Jungkook catch me, he will torture me… he will... God, he will finish us all.” He panicked.

“Let me go." You whispered, making him look at you. "Help me get out of here, he will not do anything to you, I swear."

"You don’t know the man you sleep with ..."

"Jungkook would never do anything I didn’t want to, if I tell him that I don’t want him to hurt you, he will not do it. You can trust me. But you need to help me get out of here, I don’t know how long I'm going to stay awake.” You whispered, unable even to raise your voice. The boy next to you seemed to think for a few seconds before dropping his gun to the floor and pulling out a knife, cutting the duct tape that bound your feet soon after unbuckling the clamps that held your arms.

“Do you think you can walk?” He asked, helping you up, but holding you when you almost fell for not having strength in your legs. “Hey, (Y/N). You need to be strong, you need to be able to walk, I cannot carry you and shoot at the same time.”

“I need ... I ... to prop me up ... I need to lean on something ... The ladder ... handrails ... and walls.” You murmured softly, one arm on his shoulders, struggling to be coherent. The boy helped you up the stairs where you grabbed the rails and climbed up. Step by step with difficulty, until finally being stopped in front of the metal door. The boy glanced at you and then opened the door, aiming the gun all over the place and firing at the old gang partners. You went after him, dragging your feet on the ground and using the walls to have a support. You heard shouts, the boss's voice screaming and then more gunfire. Your mind was agitated, but your body couldn’t keep pace. You would die anyway, staying there or trying to get away, that's what you thought.

Your mind was still a little clear, you could still think straight. You stared at the bodies on the floor, choking with your own saliva and losing your breath every time you stared at the blood that flowed from the bodies of those men. They say that in hell time passes slowly, so you can feel and taste all anguish and pain. It looked like hell for you. You were in hell, that was the only explanation for everything that was happening. What if that boy could not get you out of there? What if someone suddenly appeared and killed him? You had to defend yourself. Or at least try. With difficulty, you reached down and picked up a gun that was next to a dead man which that boy had killed and stood up again. You knew how to use it, but you never really used one against anyone. You never wanted to kill anyone, you never wanted anyone to die because of you.

You just wanted to be having dinner with your parents and your boyfriend at the time, did not even know what time it was, let alone how long you had been there, you only knew it seemed like forever when you were cut off by the boss. You could still hear your own screams amid the laughter that man gave while he attacked you. You felt dirty not just because of the blood on your body, but because that man touched you.

The boy motioned for you to stop walking as soon as you reached an entrance that led to another corridor. Silently he asked you to wait for him to come back. You stopped and he went down that corridor, disappearing. Your body was totally numb and you let your weight fall on the wall you were leaning on, sliding down to the floor and sitting on the corner of the wall, facing a dead body. You were already in despair, seeing that was not helping at all, so you closed your eyes tightly, pressing that weapon against your chest, as if it were a shield.

It was when you heard footsteps and opened your eyes, thinking that was that boy, but he wasn’t there, you turned aside to the way that you had come and saw two men entering the hall.

Everything was in slow motion, black and white. You had two seconds to decide what to do. Your instinct to fight or flight was in conflict, until you remember that you didn’t know how to fight, Jungkook knew. You totally forgot the gun in your hand.

You stood up clumsy, with adrenaline in your veins, waking you from drowsiness and weariness, slipping into the blood of the newly dead, but managing to run desperately as those two men followed you. They didn’t even dare shoot, maybe because they could end up killing you and the Boss wanted you alive.

You kept running, still leaning against the walls and jumping over dead bodies, even though your body was ordering you to stop because you had no more breath or strength, until you turned in a corridor and slammed into someone, uttering a loud, desperate, frightened scream, starting to cry and kicking away from the arms of the one holding you against his chest. You had your eyes closed because you were afraid of what might happen next. You heard shouts, people running and shots very close, the person holding you was the one who shot, and it wasn’t against you.

“It's okay, (Y/N), it's me, Yoongi.” You widened your eyes as you heard that voice and that name, raising your eyes directly to your friend who held you in a protective embrace. You burst into tears, thrusting your face into his chest, feeling relief taking hold of your body as you grabbed the shirt he was wearing, afraid he would let you go. “I know it's being difficult, but you're doing well, we need to go, the others are out there, we've all come after you.”

"(Y/N) ..." A voice called your name, and when you looked back, the boy was hurrying toward you. Yoongi raised his arm to shoot him, but you stopped him, making him frown.

"He helped me."

"The boss, he's coming from the back with about 10 guys, we need to get out of here." The boy said. Yoongi stared at him for a few seconds before nodding.

"Come here." Yoongi said taking you into his lap and carrying you somewhere. That's when your body relaxed and the only thing you heard before you passed out was the voice of your friend asking you to hold on. 

As soon as Jungkook was about to approach the door, it was abruptly opened and from there Yoongi came out carrying you, unconscious on his arms. When the other boy left behind, Jungkook raised his gun to shoot, but Yoongi shouted not to fire because he had helped you. Jungkook lowered his weapon and took you in his arms, ordering Hoseok and Yoongi to enter the building and find the chief. He wanted him alive. He didn’t see Dennis with him, so he supposed he was dead, which didn’t really matter. So he ran toward the car, followed by the one who had helped you, where Jin was waiting with Dennis's wife.

He wanted to stop and kiss you, but he knew your life was still in danger. When Jin saw the two of you approaching, he started the Dodge, pulled the passenger seat forward and jumped into the backseat.

“She is too cold.” Jeon complained, placing you in the backseat of his car, your legs over Jin's lap. “Her lips, fuck”

"She lost a lot of blood." Jin said checking your wrist. "Her pulse is weak, we need to take her to the hospital.”

“Where is Dennis?” The woman asked, and Jungkook didn’t even bother looking at her when he said he was probably dead. The woman despaired of getting out of the car and running toward the junkyard.

"She's got a lot of big injuries, I need somebody to help me stop the bleeding and someone needs to drive to the hospital, now, Jungkook." Jin said and he noticed the other boy's presence and looked at him with a frown, if he was still alive, it is because he had probably done something that pleased Jungkook.

“Hoseok, I'll take (Y/N) to the hospital. Take Jade into the basement and I'll meet you there as soon as I can. Dennis's wife is going to be somewhere, let her live and send her home with the certainty that if she says something to the police, she and her kids's going to die.” Jungkook said on the communicator and got into the car. “If you want to keep breathing, help him to stop the bleeding.” Jeon yelled at the boy outside who didn’t hesitate to step into the backseat with Jin, lifting your shoulders and placing your head on his lap.

Jungkook stepped on the accelerator, driving as if his life depended on the speed he would get, and indeed it was. Your life depended on the time he could get to the hospital. He was so afraid that you would die, he couldn’t live without you. And he could not think of nothing but revenge against the one who had hurt you like that.

The Dodge skidded in the parking lot when he arrived at the hospital. He jumped out of the car, pulling the seat forward and pulling you out of Jin's arms, pressing you against his chest and came desperately into the emergency room with the you fainted in his arms, exasperated, feeling your blood wetting his shirt, and watching the drops of blood slipping out of your cut at the neck, making a trail through which he passed. He screamed for help until two nurses arrived to help him. They brought a stretcher where he gently, as if you were a porcelain doll, laid you down. He accompanied the nurses to a point where he had to stop and just watch you be led down a corridor until they turn on another and disappear from his sight. Jungkook had never had a panic attack in his life, but he was about to have one.

He looked down, feeling his chest wet with your blood and stared at his red-stained hands. His breathing, which was already accelerated, was now out of control, his head began to ache as if his brain were short-circuited in trying to accept that all that had happened and that it was your blood in his hands. He grabbed his own hair and started pulling it as he paced back and forth, grunting with anger and distress, discredited that someone had been able to defy him that way, that someone had been able to hurt you and that now he was almost bathed in your blood. Generally, feel blood in his hands, the smell of rust made him excited, he felt pleasure every time he could feel the liquid running through his fingers, but in that moment he only felt anguish for having your blood on him, tormented by the idea that you could die, he was enraged that he couldn’t protect you, he felt angry at those who had taken part in that act and hurt you.

It was when he looked at the emergency door, seeing Jin entering, being accompanied by that boy who had helped you, but still had participated in it all. His eyes darkened and he clenched his hands in fist, blood pumping up his head and he just lost control.

He rushed toward the boy who didn’t even have a chance to defend himself when Jungkook approached and hit him with a super strong punch in his stomach, making him grunt and fall to the ground. Jin, who was on his back, talking to the receptionist, heard the grunt and turned back, his eyes widening as he saw his brother kicking the chest of the man who was lying on the ground. He advanced to Jeon, trying to stop him, but Jungkook pushed him hard back. Two guards appeared and tried to pull off the fight, but Jeon easily throw them on the ground and stepped again against the boy, but Jin slipped himself in front of him, standing defensively.

Jungkook looked at him furiously.

“Are you sure you want to be beaten in his place? You know I don’t care if we have the same blood, if you stand between me and my enemy, you become my target too, Seokjin.”

“Control yourself, Jungkook, (Y/N) will not like to wake up and know that you have been arrested.” Jin growled, not moving.

“SHE IS HERE BECAUSE OF HIM.” Jungkook shouted, advancing again, but Jin grabbed his shoulders, stopping him halfway.

“And she'll need you here when she wakes up and not at a police station. So calm this fucking ass. Go to Hoseok, I'm sure they must need you now, when I have news, I'll call you. Go. Now!” Jin ordered. He was generally not used to taking control of situations. He didn’t interfere with Jungkook's actions, because most of the time he knew it were necessary, but at that moment, even knowing that Jeon was distressed, he needed him to stay in control, there would be plenty to explain to many people about that whole situation with you and he don’t need another problem like Jungkook beating someone on the floor of a hospital. Jeon let out a frustrated grunt and passed him, leaving the hospital and heading toward the car. He would discount all that anger on the real culprit.

Jin had just fill your form and talked to the doctor who was taking care of you and who was a family friend. He asked him to keep secret about what had happened and the doctor said he would do it. And there was one more thing to solve. As a lawyer, Jin understood a lot of rules and laws. By the hospital rules, as you were a minor, the hospital would need your parents there to sign some papers, even if everything was paid by Jeon's expensive health insurance. As Century's ‘diplomat’, Jin had all the numbers that were or would be important to him someday. He contacted your parents, telling them he was Jungkook's brother and explained the situation, saying he would explain everything that was happening as soon as they got there.

When Michael and Elena arrived at the hospital reception asking for you, Jin approached them calmly and called them to sit down. They were both frightened to see the beige blouse Jin wore, stained with blood. When the three of them sat down, he went to explain what had happened. It was the best lie he could elaborate between the moment he called them and their arrival.

“While Jungkook was getting ready for the graduation ceremony, he received a call from (Y/N), she said she felt like someone was following her into the school field. When he got there, she was gone. We spent the rest of the day looking for her around town, I used my contacts at some private security companies to help us find her. Luckily we found her and brought her here, she was very hurt, she lost a lot of blood and she is unconscious.”

“Do you really want us to believe that?” Michael almost screamed, getting up from the sitting chair at once. “I'm sure that delinquent did this to her, she tried to leave him and he hurt her. We saw the way he was disturbed before the ceremony ...”

“Jungkook told me that you saw her before she disappeared, did she look like she wanted to leave him? Did she seem unhappy with him?” Jin asked, remaining calm. The biggest difference between him and Jungkook was this, he could always remain calm in any situation. He didn’t have to raise his voice or use violence to solve a problem. “I honestly just called you guys because (Y/N) is still underage and needs the signature of one of those responsible who has legal custody, because if she was 18, I wouldn’t even think of calling you here, because (Y/N) is part of my family and is me and Jungkook who should take care of her since she lives with him and not with you.”

“You guys are doing a great job, congratulations.” Michael said sarcastically, throwing a wry smile to Jin who was unmoved. “You can be sure that from today, she goes back to live with us and she'll never see this junkie again.”

“I believe that this will not be possible.” Jin replied calmly again, causing the veins of Michael's neck to jump. “(Y/N) will not want to move in with you, she will not want to leave Jungkook ...”

“She's 17, she does not have to want to.” Michael shouted in exasperation. Jin waited for him to take a deep breath before continuing to speak.

“If you try to force her to live with you, she may accuse you of false imprisonment. And I'll be happy to filed a lawsuit against you. Yes, (Y/N) is only seventeen, but she can already make her own choices, and the Jury will consider her right of choice and her request to continue living with Jungkook. She will have witnesses in her favor as close friends who are all legal age. You can enter with a counter-case and an intervention of the authorities, but the process would take days to be assessed and until then, (Y/N) will be 18 and you would lose money and time in vain. You can also enter a process of mistreatment, since you are so sure that (Y/N) is mistreated by Jungkook, then she would pass by a forensic medical examination, psychological evaluation, Jungkook would testify in his defense, (Y/N) would testify in defense of Jungkook, and that would already make Jungkook be cleared of yours accusations since (Y/N), that would be the one allegedly attacked, wouldn’t have lodged a complaint. And then Jungkook could file suit against you for moral damages and you would again lose time and money because you will not be able to separate those two. But if you want to try, feel free.” Jin said without even pausing for a second to breathe. Your parents were silent, amazed at how much information they had received in so few minutes. “Jungkook is a hothead, he's stubborn and usually does not care about rules, but he would never hurt (Y/N).”

“When she wakes up, we'll know exactly what happened and if that kid is involved in this, I hope he has a great lawyer.” Michael snarled and Jin nodded. “And while she's here, he will not see her. I'm going to talk to the security guards to bar the entrance of any of you in her room.” And he turned his back, went after hospital security. Jin sighed heavily, knowing it wouldn’t work. Jungkook wasn’t going to accept being barred, he didn’t care about the laws and that would give Jin a gigantic problem.

"You're a lawyer, then?" Your mother asked, she was still sitting there, because she didn’t have much to do. Elena wasn’t exactly against your courtship with Jungkook, most of the time she simply agreed with your father because it was easier that way, no fights.

“Yes, and a doctor too, I specialize in General Practitioner.” He answered and Elena's mouth opened in surprise. “Jungkook and our family is not as bad as you think we’re.”

“It was a surprise to know he has a brother. (Y/N) never told us about you.”

“She didn’t know about me until a few weeks ago. Jeon doesn’t like to involve family in personal matters.”

“I thank you for helping my daughter. Sorry for Michael's attitude. He's very hotheaded, and we were both terrified of (Y/N)'s sudden disappearance at graduation, and we are even more frightened by your call, but at the same time relieved that she is safe now.”

“I understand, I was the same way, (Y/N) is also very important to me. But talk to him, put a little reason in his mind, Jungkook might be the most wrong guy on the face of the earth, but if you see the way he looks at (Y/N)...”

“I've noticed.” Elena confessed. “He looks at her as if he could throw himself in front of a bullet to save her.” That was true. “What he feels for her is intense, I don’t doubt it. But I don’t want her to be unhappy, I want to make sure she's making the right choices for her life.”

“This is only she who can decide, Mrs (Y/L/N).”

“She's awake?” Jungkook asked as soon as he answered Jin's call after getting out of the shower and wiping himself from all the blood that stained his skin. It was almost seven in the morning and he was just walking in a towel, down the hall.

"No, and we have a problem."

"Which is?"

“(Y/N)'s father thinks it was you who did that to her and he's already spoken to the security guards, your entry into her room, mine or the boys' is forbidden. We will not be able to see her.”

“What?” Jungkook screamed, stopping in the hallway, muscles tense. He didn’t know if he was more irritated by the fact that they thought he would do some harm to the only important thing in his life, or the fact that they wanted to bar the entrance to your room. “This motherfucker is out of line. Who does he think he is?”

“He is her father, Jungkook, and she is still underage. The law is on his side.” Jin's voice said, making Jeon chuckle.

"And since when do I obey laws, Seokjin?"

"Since you started dating (Y/N)."

"They will not stop me from seeing her." Jeon growled and Jin sighed, tired.

“We're going to have to wait for her to wake up so she can give us permission to come in, Jungkook, and you're going need to control yourself. I managed to get you out of being charged with physical assault and violence against a private worker, but if you attack her father, you're going to be arrested.”

“It will be worth it, not to mention that he will already be in the hospital, it will be easier to mend his face when I stick it on a wall.”

“Jeon, do not make it harder, okay? I know you want to see her, that you are distressed, God I never imagined that I would speak these things to you. But you have to control yourself. She has already gone through too much stress, she needs you steady, for her sake.”

"Alright." Jeon snorted. "I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Okay."

When Jungkook and the other members of Century came to the hospital, they all walked toward the waiting room. Everyone there was worried about you and would not leave until they could speak or at least see you. Namjoon took a change of clothes to Jin, so he could take out the one that was soiled with blood. Everyone only had time to take a shower after they had come out of the basement and tortured Jade, as Jungkook had planned from the threatening message he had sent. All the members of the southern gang who were in that junkyard died, except for the boy Jin saved from being beaten in the hospital hall, which disappeared when Jin sent him away.

Hoseok was feeling anxious and wanted to punch himself in the face because of that, he still couldn’t believe that he had a good chance of being attached to you in a way that he shouldn’t be, for his own sake, for yours and for the good of the Century.

After Jin came back from the men's room, where he changed his clothes, he sat down next to the boys who were wanting news about you.

“She lost a lot of blood, had to make blood transfusions, but she's been holding on. She's strong, she'll be fine.” He told them. They were relieved to know that you were out of danger.

Jungkook was doing his best to not get up from there and to go to your room to pick you up in his arms. His whole body was tingling with hatred for your father forbade him into the bedroom and his fists almost burned to hit some punches in his face, but for you, he was holding up.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Michael, who had left your room to go to the canteen for coffee, stopped abruptly in the middle of the waiting room when he saw Jeon and his friends there. Jungkook was slouched back, legs open and knees bent, with his arms crossed and that expression of disinterest he always carried, when he saw people he thought were unnecessary on earth, like your father. Jeon looked up to Michael who still staring at him, waiting for an answer, throwing him a look of boredom.

“I don’t know. Maybe you can answer me. What do you think people do in a waiting room?” He asked in a voice full of debauchery, but the look remained the same. Hoseok laughed beside him and Michael got angry with the answer.

“You will not see her.”

Jungkook leaned forward, propping elbows on his thighs, smiling coolly at your father.

“I want to see who will stop me.” He said softly, before he lie down again and continued to stare at him with boredom. Michael murmured something, and gave up going to get his coffee, returning to your room.

Bodies, there are bodies everywhere, blood and more blood, my blood, blood of other people, shots, confusion, pain ... Pain? Why am I no longer feeling so much pain? Am I dead? That was what was around your mind before you open your eyes and be forced to close them again because of the brightness of the room light. Looking around, you saw the hospital equipment, the needle in your arm, connected to a hose that was connected to a whey bag. It was a hospital. Your sights were still blurred, but your senses were more awake. You remembered that boy who helped you out, remembered that you had met Yoongi on the way to the exit, but then everything went dark. What happened to Jungkook? Did he take you there? He was okay? How long were you there? What Day is Today?

You tried to sit down and felt your body burn in specific places. It was your bruises that were burning. You felt dizzy and brought your hand up to your face, closing your eyes, waiting for the feeling of dizziness to pass.

“You're awake, thank God.” Your mother's voice caught your attention, making you turn to the door, where she and your father came in, with expressions relieved in their faces.

“How did I get here?" You asked, feeling your throat burn, you just didn’t know if it was thirst or the cut that was there.

“Jungkook's brother brought you here. How do you feel?” Elena asked, taking one of your hands.

“My head hurts, my whole body hurts, it seems I've been trampled by mammoths.” You said putting your hand back to your face, down to your cheeks where you had taken those slaps from the Chief. You could feel the bandage where once there was a small open cut.

“His brother tells us what happened, but I want to hear it from your mouth, (Y/N).” Michael started, but Elena interrupted him.

“Your father wanted to call the police to investigate, but I convinced him to wait for you to wake up and tell us yourself, my dear.” Your mother said grabbing your hand. “So? You want to tell us what happened? Do you remember what happened?”

What would you do? You could not say that you remembered and had the danger of telling a story totally different from what Jin told them.

“I ... I don’t remember.” You lied. It was too dangerous. "I remember going to the locker room, but then I do not remember anything else.”

"It was he who did this to you?" Elena asked and you shook your head.

"What? Jungkook? No. Of course not."

"(Y/N), if he has done this to you ..." Your father began, but you frowned at him, getting furious at the insinuation. You couldn’t blame him for being concerned about that whole situation. But you were too angry to see him blame Jungkook. And even if part of it was really his fault, you forgave him, by the way, you never really blamed him.

“Jungkook didn’t do anything to me, I just don’t remember what happened, but I'm sure Jungkook didn’t hurt me. He would never do anything to hurt me.”

“So how do you explain everything that happened?” Michael asked. "You have cuts all over your body, (Y/N). How can you be so sure that he and his friends his didn’t do some kind of ... Satanic ritual with you?”

“They aren’t satanists, Father. Just because they are not among the stupid beauty and fashion standards of this city, doesn’t mean that they are bad people.” They were bad people sometimes, but not in that way. You thought. "And I'm sure none of them would hurt me ..."

"But how..."

“Can you please stop asking questions?” You asked, placing a hand on your head as you felt the pain in your temple. “I'm not in the condition now. I ... Where's Jungkook?”

“In the reception. Since unfortunately I can’t forbid him to enter the hospital, I forbid him from entering here. The security guards are keeping him and those people there.” Your father said. You sighed heavily, you were not in condition to fight, you didn’t want to fight anymore, that was triggering bad feelings inside you.

“You don’t have that right." You said trying to keep as calm as you could.

“I'm your father, you're still 17 years old, so yes, I have that right. I should have exercised this a long time ago, I shouldn’t have let you move in with him.” Michael said moving away from the bed and approaching the bedroom window, crossing his arms, while Elena only sighed with tiredness.

"I left home." You replied, frowning in irritation.

"Because I let you. Because if I wanted to, you'd be locked in your room until today."

“No, I wouldn’t be, because Jungkook wouldn’t let that happen.” You raised your voice. “I-I want to see him. I-I need to see him. Please call him.” You stammered, feeling like something was stuck in your throat. You wanted to cry, you felt emotional pain again, you were destroyed inside, you needed to see him.Jungkook worked as a cure for you, whenever you were bad, sad, hurt, his arms always healed your pain, his arms pushed away your fears, because you felt safe and loved. And after what had happened, what you were least feeling, were security.

“First we'll clarify everything that happened, and if I believe it wasn’t his fault, then maybe I'll let him in.” Michael raised his voice too.

Your emotional were terrible, everything was still very fresh, the pain, the fear, the adrenaline and anytime you felt you could burst into tears.You took a deep breath, tried to calm down, tried to think of something to tell your parents so they would call your boyfriend for you, but you knew you would not easily convince them.

You faced the open door of your room and did the first thing you thought. You yanked the needle out of your arm and pulled the sheet over your legs, throwing it to the floor before jumping off the bed, still feeling your wobbly legs, but nothing to stop you from running out of the room, without giving your parents a chance to stop you. You had been to the hospital many times, so you knew where you were going. Your legs were threatening to fail and your cuts burned more than before, but that wasn’t an impediment to you, the pain in your chest was bigger than physical pain.

How was he? How was Jungkook feeling at the moment? You remembered the conversation you had with Hoseok, you were Jungkook's trigger, you were the only one who could hurt him. Was he hurt because of you?

You didn’t want to hear the screams of your parents running after you. You just keep running away from the hands of the nurses who tried to hold you , until you finally got to the reception, where you saw him.

He was sitting on one of the couches, surrounded by his friends. The fringe covered his forehead. He was leaning his elbows on his thighs and his head in his hands, covering his eyes as he thrashed his feet frantically on the floor. Taehyung slept with his head on Jin's shoulder, and Jin had his head propped against the wall. Yoongi and Namjoon were practically lying on the couches, Yoongi stared at the ceiling and Namjoon fumbled on his cell phone. Hoseok was leaned up on the back of the couch beside Jeon, his arms crossed, and his attention was on a sign on the wall, next to the hallway where you were standing.They looked tired. How long were they there? How long have you been there?

With your legs wobbly, you leaned against the wall, but got an impulse to walk again, did not waste any more time and ran towards him. Hoseok was the first to spot you. His eyes, which were usually coldy, were now full of emotions. He widened his eyes and shoved Jungkook's shoulder as he lifted his head to ask what it was, when he saw you coming his way. He didn’t hesitate to get up and take a step towards you, grabbing you in his arms, forgetting about anything else he thought and just wrapping you in a tight hug, pulling you off the floor. The feeling they felt at that moment was the same feeling as a couple who had been away for months.

He couldn’t contain the avalanche of emotions pouring inside him at that moment and thrust his face into your neck as he cried compulsively, relieved, guilty, afflicted, tormented by what he felt for you and the happiness of holding you in his arms again. This was the first time you and the members of Century saw him cry.

He ignored your father's screams, ordering him to put you down and simply passed them, carrying you in his arms, back to the bedroom, placing you on the edge of the bed getting between your legs. Analyzing your face, as tears flow unceasingly from his eyes. He hated it, hated to feel it, but he loved that he felt it all for you. It was a counterversion, at the same time that he loved being in love with you, he hated to have so many feelings.

"Forgive me." He sobbed at you. "It's all my fault." He sobbed again. “I love you, (Y/N). I love you.” He kissed you all over your face, before kissing your lips. The kiss made you release everything you felt and cry. That kiss reminded you of all the pain you felt, but at the same time he was taking away your pain. He was healing you from the inside out, as he always did. “I should have been faster, I should have protected you. I'm never going to let you get hurt like this again. Please don’t hate me, please (Y/N).” Seeing him like that was destroying you. God, he was the most important thing you had in life, you couldn’t deny it. And the kiss got hotter and hotter until you put your hands on the hem of the shirt Jungkook was wearing, intending to lift it, needing to touch his skin, to feel him again, but Michael's screams interrupted you.

“Get the fuck out of here now.” Michael shouted grabbing Jungkook's arm, but you pushed your father's arm away, refusing to let him take Jungkook away from you.

"Don’t touch him."

"But what's going on here?" The doctor who had taken care of you, Jin's friend, entered the room followed by two security guards, drawing everyone's attention. He looked furious. “This is not a party, we're in a hospital and I demand silence or I'll have to ask you to leave.”

“So get this delinquent out of here. I don’t want him here.”

"It's Mr. Jeon's health plan that's paying for all of Mrs. Jeon's expenses. She wouldn’t have priority care if it weren’t for him." The doctor began to explain, but your father interrupted him.

"She's here because of him, and what the fuck is that of 'Mrs. Jeon'? They're not married."

"Yet"  Jungkook snarled, letting out a laugh that made Michael even more furious, threatening to attack Jeon.

“Michael, that's enough.” Elena raised her voice for the first time that day. “Our daughter was kidnapped, tortured, she is injured in a hospital bed, and the only thing you think about is your hatred for him? Stop your ignorance and leave the boy alone. He didn’t do anything to her, he didn’t hurt her. Or do you think she would run into his arms if he had done it?”

The silence then reigned inside, being cut only by the sniffles that (Y/N) gave against Jungkook’s chest.  He stroked your arms lightly, while he sniffed at your hair, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of being there with you. Michael shook his head and walked out of the room. Elena apologized to the doctor and went after him.

“I see you woke up, Miss Jeon.” The doctor said, waving at the security guards, saying they could leave. “I'm Doctor John Judd. I'm taking care of you. How do you feel?”

“Well, better than before. Why are you calling me Mrs. Jeon?” She asked confused. Not that she didn’t like it, but it was still strange.

“John is a friend of Jin, he knows everything. He knows whom you belong to and to whom I belong. All who are friends of the Jeon family were instructed to call you Mrs. Jeon.” Jungkook replied, making you laugh. Of course he would do something like that.

"Did you tell your parents what happened?"

"No." You said taking your eyes off Jeon and looking at the doctor. "And I will not."

“You're a smart girl, (Y/N). And loyal too, from what I see.” He smiled at you who smiled back. “The results of your exams are ready and you look good. You have no broken bones, no internal damage, no sign of rape …” Jungkook let out an annoyed grunt and hugged your body, as if he made a shield around you at that word. He was getting angry again. “Well, you're going to spend the rest of the day here in observation, and if tomorrow you feel better, you can go home.”

"Thank you, Doctor."

"Don't mention it." He nodded at the boy and he left the room, closing the door behind him. Jungkook kissed you again, holding your face in his hands, as if he was careful to not break you, as if you were crystal.

“Can you tell me what happened there?”

Jungkook told you everything that had happened to you, he didn’t feel the need to lie to you about the deaths, because at that stage of the game, you should have known that he had killed people, so he ended up telling about whom he shot and killed.

A little later, the boys entered the room and talked to you, saying how happy they were that you were well. and they apologized for all that, as Jungkook had done. They should take better care of the "little sister" of the group. Suhee and Becca also appeared there, and they cried with you, saying how scared they were when Hoseok had called and told what had happened. But they also said they were planning a party for you, to celebrate your medical release and graduation because you did not attend the ceremony. Then as soon as you left the hospital, even if you had to just sit on Suhee's couch, you would go to the party. Your parents came just to say goodbye to you, Michael was still annoyed at all that, but he didn’t say a word to or against Jungkook.

The night had come, the visits were over, and the boys were gone. You had taken a bath with the help of a nurse who didn’t want to let Jungkook help you. As if he'd never seen you naked before.

It was past midnight, it was officially Monday after graduation, and from there you would only go back to school when you went to college in March. You had taken the last painkillers, and the room lights were off. You were supposed to be sleeping, but you were just sitting on the bed, staring at Jungkook who slept awkwardly in the armchair near the window. He was handsome in every way, smiling, serious, angry, jealous, awake, or asleep. He was everything a girl could want. A nightmare dressed like a dream.

He'd spent the whole day apologizing for everything that had happened and you knew he felt guilty, but after spending some time thinking, the guilt for all this was uniquely yours. You had accepted him that way, you had agreed to stay with him after finding out about what he was doing, you knew the risks, you knew it could happen even if you prayed to it never happen. That was the consequence of your choices, the choice to indulge in Jungkook's love even though his life was dangerous. And even after all the pain, all the tears, all that blood and all those deaths, you didn’t regret being in love with him.

Maybe it was the effect of the pills, maybe you were crazy, maybe you had no love for your life, but you didn’t feel bad about it. You knew that no matter what happened, he would be at your side, and even if he couldn’t protect you from everything, he would try his best.

The need to touch him, to feel him, that you had felt earlier, increased. You looked at the bedroom window that led into the hospital corridor and bit your lips. It was crazy what you wanted to do.You got out of bed and opened the door, looking around the hall, seeing no one was there. After closing it, you closed the window blinds and turned to Jungkook who was in a deep sleep.

"Jungkook." You called him, shaking his shoulder.

"Hm?" He grunted, opening his eyes and using his hands to rub his face. "Princess? Do you need something?"

“Actually yes.” You said sitting on his lap, making him open his eyes, surprised by his action. You pulled the back of his neck and kissed him, wrapping your fingers through his hair.

"Baby ... we can’t." He whispered breaking the kiss.

"Please, Jungkook ... I need you." You whispered ,kissing him again.

“You're hurt, (Y/N), I do not want you to get hurt anymore.” He said holding you by the shoulders, pulling you away. He touched you cheek and his hand came to rest on your neck, over the bandage. “This is my fault. I let them hurt you like this ... I don’t want to hurt you even more.”

“I'm fine, Jungkook. It doesn’t hurt that much anymore. It wasn’t deep cuts, I'm fine.” You whispered, kissing her neck. "Just hold my back, they didn’t hurt me there. But please, I need this. I know you will not hurt me. We can do this.” You said, starting to move your hips, rubbing yourself over his pants. He moaned, letting out a long sigh. “Let me ride you, please. I swear it will not be long, and I will not hurt like this.”

Jungkook couldn’t hold the will he had to be inside you.

“All right, but if any of your bruises start to hurt, I want you to stop. And if I notice you are feeling pain, I'll stop you, got it?”

"Yes," you whispered. You reached down to open the jeans he wore while he took one of his hands between your legs, touching you over your panties. You moaned as you felt his fingers touching you, and he groaned as you gripped his cock. You massaged him while he did the same to you. You kissed him passionately as he decided where to put his free hand.

When he was hard, you stood up a little, holding a groan of pain for the bruises on your legs starting burn, and finally slid his cock into your entrance, coming down and up slowly. Jungkook groaned and threw his head back, grabbing the arms of the chair as you laid your hands on his shoulders. You moved back and forth, up and down, rolling your hips, trying so hard to keep your groans inside your mouth.

“Fuck, baby.” He moaned, pressing his fingers into the arms of the chair. He wanted to touch you, but he didn’t want to hurt you. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, controlling himself. You held his chin and made him open his eyes and face you.

"Look at me, I need to see your eyes." You whispered to him. He chuckled and nodded.

The next few minutes were filled with low groans and swearing, until Jungkook lost control. He held your back and stood with his cock still inside you, walking toward the bed and laying you on the edge. The bed was small, so your head hung on the other side. He grabbed the edge of the mattress and began to thrust harder, making you bite your own hand to not scream with pleasure.

"Oh baby, how delicious you are. I want to fuck you forever.” He grunted, increasing the speed of the thrusts, you didn’t even feel the orgasm coming, you were caught surprise by it, making you arch your back, and grabbed the hands of Jungkook holding the mattress. "I need to stop, I can’t cum inside you, i will not be able to clean you up. "

"Cum in my throat." You whispered, still feeling your body shake with the orgasm. Jungkook stopped moving immediately, trying to know if you meant it or not. You raised your head and looked into his eyes, smiling. "Come on." You called him. He came out of your pussy and circled the bed.

"Are you sure, princess?”

“Yes baby, please cum in my throat.” You said, shivering up Jungkook's spine. You opened your mouth, Jungkook placed his cock in your mouth and slowly pushed in, holding the mattress as he pushed his dick into your throat.

“Your throat is so tight, baby. Just like your cunt." He moaned. You raised your hands, holding his hips and pulling for you, asking him to be faster, and so he did. He started fucking your throat, letting out low moans and squeezing the sheet. You took one of your hands to his balls and began to massage it. Until he let out a low, hoarse moan, cummin in your throat. "Damn, (Y/N). You will kill me one day." He laughed, pulling his cock out of your mouth. You licked your lips and smiled. He grabbed your shoulders, helping you to sit on the bed.

“Thank you.”

“No, i thank you, wow. That was so fucking sexy. Let's try this again when we're home.” He said circled the bed and standing between your legs after closing his pants. He stroked your cheeks, coming up and giving you a soft kiss. He gently lowered the kisses to her neck, being delicate. “I'll never let anyone hurt you like this again. I swear.” He whispered, with hot and wet lips on your neck. You moaned and grabbed his hair, massaging it between your fingers. “Your Bad Boy will protect you.”

“I know.” You whispered weakly, hugging him.

“Now lie down and go to sleep, you need to rest.” He laughed and kissed your forehead.

“Lie here with me.” You asked pouting, as you reached the corner of the bed and pulled out a blanket, giving him room to lie down there. He just nodded, took off his shoes, and lay down next to you, pulling you to his chest, passing one of his arms under your body, hugging you gently, stroking your back until you fell asleep.

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